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[poisonwine]

(millitimed to the evening) Belle stumbled into Bar, laughing and dancing. Her steps were a bit unsteady, and she seemed to be reacting to people who weren't really there

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[inquisitivehero]

Henry blinked.

Henry stared.

Henry swallowed.

"Um... are you okay?"

Pay no attention to the scanner that is out and pointing at you, as he runs a discreet... or not so discreet medical scan.

[poisonwine]

She has high amounts of atropine in her system, which is why she's hallucinating and her heart rate is increased. By all rights, she should be much worse off than she seems to be, since she's mostly lucid.

The fact that she's also very drunk is complicating matter.

"Yep! Hiya, Henri!" Now there is a drunk, poisonous Cajun woman hanging off of him. Fun.

[inquisitivehero]

"Oh dear... what have you done to yourself, my dear woman?"

He pokes at his sensor, then at her, and swallows, but holds on to her gently.

[poisonwine]

She laughed and patted Bar. "Honey, I need some aconite, s'il vous plait. Bit too much fun at a party."

She downs the drink that Bar gives her, and her general toxicity begins to lover after a few minutes. At least she knew enough to know she was in trouble.

Too bad it makes the hallucinations worse.

[1st_starfighter]

Alex slides almost, across the bar. He has been waiting, for this return, this moment. At bar, he snatches up two items, then turns to Bella. In one hand is a very dry and plain whiskey, and in the other is a small plate of food, packed with nutrients and vitamins, created by a small few minutes of debate with Bar.

"Belle?"

[poisonwine]

Oooh, alcohol. She smiles at him widely, kissing her fingers and pressing them to his cheek, before downing the whiskey. "Bon nuit, Alex, ange."

Very drunk. And something else. . .her eyes are heavily dilated.

[1st_starfighter]

He eyes her.

And he sighs.

"Are you okay, Belle?"

Concern and worry and fear fill his voice.

[poisonwine]

She nods and wobbles onto a barstool. "I'm gooood."

The food is attacked with a great deal of glee.

[works_in_space]

Strange thing. When you come from a galaxy that has some highly variable standards for how much clothes women (and even men) should wear, a woman undressed as exotically as Belle just barely gets Jim's attention. Not that he has ever been able to ignore a pretty face, even that of an assassin.

"Hello, Belle."

[poisonwine]

She smiles at him, pupils dialted widely, body swaying a bit. "HI!" She can't remember his name, but she remembers his face. So now there's a drunk, hallucinating assassin hanging from his neck.

[works_in_space]

"Belle, have you been drinking?" He's not judging her. He's not upset. But he's not looking to encourage that level of familiarity with her, and thought she felt likewise.

[ooc: sorry for the delay - a short meeting became a long one.]

[poisonwine]

(NO worries!)

"Bit." She admits, still very much curled around him. It's not so much that she wants to be familiar with him, but more that he's not moving, and it's easier to cling to things than sit on them at the moment.